Finding the sussy Imposter at MC High Part I

Me and my new 10-ton friend arrived in the Main Character Highschool. Yes, we arrived "in" the school itself. Dear Truck-Kun had blasted his way through the thick stone wall directly into an ongoing lecture.

15 students were removed from their life duty near instantaneously. I felt sad for this needless loss of life, but then I realized that those were Harem Mcs and I felt that Steve had done the world a big favour.

The professor took one look at the bloody mess and continued to lecture about the Do's and do not about Harems.

"The first point is to always look out for weaponry. The Yandere, also known under its scientific name "crazy biatch with a knife", is prone to show her jealously by means of stab wounds."

On the monitor pictures of typical victims appeared. Their bodies looked more like swiss cheese than humans. A few male students could not stomach these pictures of insanity and puked.

In came the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was tall, muscular and had the face of a beautiful devil─ I am just saying this because he literally looked like me.

Armed with a mop and a bucket of water, he kicked open the door. He was a man with a mission, he would not rest till all puke had been eradicated.

In the blink of an eye, yes I only blinked once, all the puke and the bloody bodies had been successfully cleaned. Everything was now spotless again; it was as if the murder spree of a certain automobile never even happened.

"Honk, honk" the being responsible whispered into my ear denying any responsibility for doing its version of "cleaning".

My clone, on the other hand, waved at me and gave us the middle finger with a big grin on his face. He must be my long lost twin brother.

To return the friendliness I returned the gesture with an even bigger smile on my face.

As such two grown men continued to flip each other off. This epic showdown continued for several seconds till the lecturer himself reminded them to not disrupt the important lesson anymore.

Which, of course, we both ignored. We eternal virgins were safe from the wrath of a harem. In fact, we would be the ones to do the actual stabbing. For legal reasons, that was the joke.

I was not going to jail again. You would never, in all of my lifetime, catch me doing something illegal…while anybody was watching me.

This merciless duel went on and on until we both were sick and tired of it. We simply nodded in agreement, put both of our fingers down and pretended that this had never happened─just like real adults handle serious situations of such dangerous nature.

Then my lookalike entered Truck-Kun and we both sit there in silence. It was the best conversation I could have imagined. There were so many things we did not have to say to each other.

The two of us simply enjoyed staring into the void and thinking about absolutely nothing. Neither thought about murdering each other or why we both were sitting inside a sentient truck called Steve. We simply did as Men was ought to─sit silent and wait for death to take you.

Only the faint sounds of boring uni noises in the background prevented us from reaching Nirvana. During our wonderful time, solely the Truck did not forget about our secret mission objective.

"Honk, honk", this time it did sound like Steve had lost its marbles. The profanity counter was in fact so high, that its foul mouth alone gave any novel the R-18 rating. Steve cussed at us till even the lecturer looked at us with a pitiful gaze.

"Honk, honk", this time it was really apolegtic. Steve had realized that it has lost its manners there and apologized profusely for the error of its ways.

The mass killer on 18 wheels was under massive amounts of stress, something which not many people considered in his job. His Truck family said, it was an easy time, and all it did was complain.

They simply did not understand how much responsibility driving over unsuspecting humans was. They didn't even think about all the squishy stuff that gets stuck in weird places.

Yes, it did have a fun job. But it felt like it was moving nowhere in life. He did not have a female Truck-Kun at his side, no real Truck-Kun friends and just barely enough money to pay rent.

This secret mission was Steve's one chance to get somewhere in its life. It would not let us idiotic twins 2 ruin the whole thing.

"Honk, honk", still angry but with a lot fewer insults…

It would not wait for us to do something profoundly stupid again. That was why we received the mission intel at such rapid speeds that we would not be able to mess it up.

Our job was to spot the sussy imposter, currently acting as a regular student here. Someone in this nearly infinite high school was selling information on how to be an MC to the rival institution.

The Support character school had always hated the MC-High for their illegal poaching of the best students. That is why they had snuck in a spy to steal their secret MC formula; or at least that is what the source claimed.

Find the spy and eliminate it by any means necessary. The use of lethal force was more than welcome. The message did not self-destruct as we were not part of a bad Hollyhood movie.

So, our team consisted of a Janitor, of Author the author and a Truck-Kun called Steve started their super-secret mission on how to save the novel world from having too many MCs running around.

In this world of bad quality writing could they stop the great evil from spreading more low quality works to the outside world? Or would the entire Planet fall into unprecedented chaos as more and more brain cells die due to braindead stories?

I could never allow that to happen; my story needed to win the cash prize. Despite my selfish motivation, I was still on the side of justice here. Justice being the side that got me out of prison.

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They could have never known that the buff dude currently in front of us wearing a mini skirt was the spy they were searching for…

"Thanks, Narrator-Kun" said the Janitor named Jan Itor as they began to swarm a poor Innocent buff school girl called Tiffany.

Next time they should listen more before they began to jump into action.

What the narrator had been trying to say was…

They could have never known that the buff dude currently in front of us wearing a mini skirt was the spy they were searching for… at least, that is what every sexist moron would have thought.

Thank you guys for proving the point.